𝙉𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘽𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚

Humari Adhuri Kahani

Love isn't beautiful because of the way it's expressed by someone.
Love is beautiful because it exists in everyone. That's the beauty of it all, no less, no more.

A girl in her early 30s was standing behind a giant cut-glass window, watching the snow falling outside. The charming Himalayan Lake-town 'Nainital' was witnessing the first snow of the season, enhancing the beauty of the town. In background, an old song was being played on the Radio kept there.

Ajib dastan hai yeh,
Kahan shuru kahan khatam.
Yeh manjile hai kaunsi,
Na woh samajh sa ke na hum.

The next minute, an old lady came to her with a tray of food.

"Madam, ab toh khaana kha lijiye," an old lady puts the tray before her.

"Mrs. Briganza, aaj raat aap yahin ruk jaiye bahar bahut heavy snowfall ho rha hai. Ab tak toh sab raaste bhi bandh ho gaye honge. Aap toh janti hi hai is shehar ki snowfall ko," the girl uttered and puts the tray aside.

"Aap meri itni fikr karti hai, par apni bilkul nhi, kha lijiye thoda sa warna raat ko neend nhi aa payegi," Mrs Briganza for a second time offered her the tray of food.

"Aap kahin baar bilkul Mumma ki tarah zidd karti hai, woh bhi bilkul aise hi kehti thi. Janti hai woh kya kaha karti thi ki..Naina bhookhe pet neend nhi aati kyuki pet ke chuho ko agar time se khana dekar na sulao toh woh tumhe chain se sone nhi dege," she mutely wipes the corner of her eyes reminiscing her mother talks.

"Aap apne Mumma-Papa ko bahut yaad karti hai na."

"Konsa baccha nhi karta Mrs. Briganza, aur khaskar tab jab woh aapke pass na ho, apne bacche ko chod kar humesha ke liye usse bahut durr chale gaye ho..kisi aur hi duniyaa mein. Shayad aapke Jesus ke pass. Good Night Mrs. Briganza." Naina drew the drapes of the window, immersing the room and her empty life too in the quiet blackness.

After caressing the photo frame of her parents placed on the bedside, she rests her head on the pillow. Turning her face to her right, she smiled faintly.

"Jante ho bahar snowfall ho rhi hai, tumhe bahut pasand hai na. Yaad hai ek baar aisi hi snowfall mein hum dono ne kitna bada Snowman banaya tha. Tumne apna Muffler bhi use pehna diya tha. Aur khud..khud beemar hokar baith gaye the. Apna khayal toh kabhi rakhna aaya hi nhi tumhe. Pata nhi ab bhi rakhte hoge ya nhi. Kaash tum hote yahan mere pass, mere saath. Mujhse apna khayal rakhwane ke liye. Mera khayal rakhne ke liye. Par Mumma-Papa ki tarah tum bhi mujhe chodkar chale gaye bina kuch kahe, bina kuch sune. Lekin acha hua jo tum chale gaye. Warna mere is akelepan mein mere saath tum bhi kahin kho jate..jaise main kho gayi hoon," caressing the unoccupied side of the bed with her fingers, holding a yearning for the love that she lost. It's been 15 years ever since he left her all alone with no closure, rather 15 years ever since he himself took away from her without her permission. Ever since the day he left, she hadn't felt complete. Because time can't heal everything, it just provides a possibility to bury the pain inside the depth of our hearts.

While another side, Mrs. Briganza felt the silence in Naina's life just like in this house, "Yeh andhera, yeh sannata, yeh tanhaayiaan sirf is ghar ko veeran nhi bana rhi hai, balki aapki zindagi ko bhi bana rhi hai. Pata nhi kya wajah hai jo Jesus ka itna pyaar child aaj yuh patthar banke reh gaya hai. But I pray ki aapki life mein jald hi koi ujala bankar aaye jo aapki life ke andhere ko humesha ke liye mita de. Koi aaye jo is ghar aur aapki zindagi ke sannate ko khushiyon ki goonz se bhar de. Koi aaye jo aapka rishta is akelepan se nhi balki apne saath se jod de. O Jesus, Bless your child. Have a mercy on her."